Voices float through the maze, and my heart races. The thrill of this is almost too much. I squeeze my eyes tight.
“You’re close,” Nick whispers against my ear. “You’re so beautiful.”
His words affect me as much as his touch. This isn’t just physical. Right now, it’s emotional, and I’m finally claiming what I want.
The rustling corn creates a symphony around us as I get lost in the moment, in him. My breathing increases.
I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet as everything intensifies.
I place my hand over my mouth, stopping myself from screaming when the orgasm pulls me under. It’s euphoric, and I have an out-of-body experience. He holds me upright so I don’t collapse.
“Nick,” I breathe against his chest, still trembling.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, holding me close. His heart is racing as fast as mine.
“This feels different,” I whisper.
“How?”
“Like we’re not pretending anymore.”
His arms tighten around me. “We haven’t been pretending for a while now.”
“Tonight, seeing Sarah …” I take a shaky breath. “That could have been me. Trapped, pregnant, as he screwed around.”
“But it’s not you.”
“No. And I’m grateful. You showed me what I deserve.”
The voices are closer now.
“Quick!” I grab our pumpkin heads, squeezing my legs together.
We barely get them on before a group of teenage boys rounds the corner.
“Dead end,” one says.
“Nice pumpkins, weirdos.” Another laughs as he passes us.
“Wonder what they were doing back here,” the taller one says.
“Hey, you little bastard,” I yell. “You stole my panties.”
“Oh, shit!” the teenager screams.
He and his friends sprint away from us, laughing hysterically.
“I’m going to find out who your mom is and tell on you!” I scream.
When they’re out of sight, Nick turns to me, wearing a smirk. “I’m sure they’re scared.”
I chuckle. “I hope they are.”
Nick reaches over, pulling a piece of corn silk from my hair. “You’re a beautiful mess. Was it worth it?” he asks.
“Hell yes. Happy I had that on my list,” I say, grinning.
“Did you see pumpkins when you came?” he whispers.
